To his complete surprise, Oliver didn't ask him what he wanted. No. Instead, he slowly turned to two of his strong-looking men, men who had been quiet and still like statues all this time.
And Oliver said in a cold, heavy voice that left no room for questions, "Hold James down. I don't want him to even move a single foot. Not even a single muscle. Hold him down."
Immediately James blinked, before he could even understand what that meant, Oliver turned to the third man in the room. "You," he said, pointing, "make sure you open his mouth properly. Pull out his tongue. I want to cut it off."
At that moment Silence fell, It was as if time froze, for a split second, James didn't move. He thought he didn't hear it well. Maybe his ears were lying. But when he looked up and saw Oliver's face, and then the three men suddenly stepping forward like hungry wolves, his heart that was calm before suddenly started beating like a drum.
Panic gripped him.
